Apatosaurus body

i sympathize 
with the Apatosaurus--
our bodies are 
so much
to keep track of--
70ft long & 
so many ferns to 
eat to stay alive--
my mouth hurts
from chewing--
i don't know
how i fit in my 
bedroom
with my ribs
so cavernous--
i pull the blinds shut
on my windows
so no one
can see me fossilize--
i stand by the
air conditioner
in my purple boxers--
shirt off--
i feel my body
grow into a jungle
& then there i
am-- i'm standing
& all anyone can
see are my bones
& my father pints
to my skull
& tells me that
the Apatosaurus was
a gigantic herbivore--
that his steps were made
of thunder
& the people
at the museum 
don't think to ask
why the Apatosaurus 
is wearing purple boxers--
they nod & don't
read the little plaque 
beneath 
me that reads
his body was so much
in my room i
turn around
& knock a pile of books
off my desk with my long
tail--
i keep the blinds
shut
to have a break
from the museum 
goers pointing
at my bones--
i'm taking them
off femur by rib
by pelvis--
reburying them
in the backyard for
someone to discover
the skeleton
of the mighty Apatosaurus
whose body was too
big to fit in
his bedroom--
break windows
with your foot steps--
stand naked
& heavy with bones--
here take
my rib-- plant
a tree with it--
if you're patient
& you wait
it might just 
grow into 
an orchid--
quiet & tired
of being
so so
much